"
"What is it, sir?"--and Emily was still more astonished at the
singularity of the adventure.
"_It is your father's will_, ma'am," replied Uncle Nathan, disdaining
all preface and preliminary to this important remark.
"My father's will, sir! Impossible!"
"Fact, ma'am. I will tell you all about it," and Uncle Nathan proceeded,
in his own blunt way, to relate his adventures in the hold.
Emily listened with surprise and joy to the honest farmer's story. When
he had concluded, although she did not give way to the joy of her heart,
a change from the depth of despair to the pinnacle of happiness took
place in her silent heart. How devoutly she thanked the great Father
who had watched over her in her anguish, and now shed a halo of joy
across her darkened path! How earnest was the silent prayer which arose
from the depths of her heart, for the safety of the faithful slave, who
had perilled his life for her happiness! How deeply laden with the
incense of gratitude was the song of thanksgiving which rose from her
soul to the Giver of all good!
And when Uncle Nathan told the story of the duel, a new song of
thanksgiving arose for Henry's safety.
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